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Gratitude (from a psychic medium’s perspective)
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by Rochelle Sydney
hen I was a little girl and saw people in unusual clothing in my bedroom I didn’t know what was going on; I just knew that it was different. I was different. When my parents would put me to bed, I would run downstairs screaming about those people. My parents would put me back to bed. This continued until one night my mother left the lights on in the hall and my bedroom. It helped somewhat, since before then, I would put the covers over my head, thinking that doing this would keep them away. I didn’t know that seeing them was considered a “gift.” Gratitude? Didn’t have much time for that; I was too busy crying. Our home was built before the Revolutionary War. Washington’s men had slept there! No wonder all of this was going on. My parents had a coffee table with cherubs on each leg. One day my parents asked me what I was doing on my knees praying to them. I just knew that was what I was supposed to do. I didn’t know why because I was only 4 and had never seen anyone pray. I would have my friends come in and ask them to pray with me. I was praying and getting answers. They were not. Yes, I was different. Eventually I learned to shut it down. Years later, I became grateful for this gift, because I knew that it was not given out haphazardly. So, I began my journey of understanding and the feeling of joyfulness that helping people communicate with loved ones, who have passed away, provides. I meditate once or twice a day, always with infinite love and gratitude for what I have.
An Open Opportunity
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by Dr. Shelley Plumb
ur days can often feel like whirlwinds; Morning rituals whip plans into action, often concluding with microbursts of activity at home. 5:00pm draws near: A time lovingly referred to in our house as “The Perfect Storm.” It’s that time of the day when the flurry of drama, wants, and needs converge into one well-formed tempest of activity.
A Day Like Any Other
Today the cyclone rages: Children need assistance with homework, a hungry family needs feeding, and the telephone consistently rings with work unfinished for the day. My gaze pauses momentarily on my daughter. Normally upbeat and smiling, she gazes at the floor sullen, tense, and withdrawn. As her arms tighten around my waist, I hear her whisper quietly. It is my best intention to listen, but over what? The children laughing? The dogs barking? The television blaring? Seeing me irritated and distracted, she stomps off, upset. I follow her upstairs to her bedroom door surprised to have it slam inches from my face.
A Closed Door
Stunned I stare at a sign hanging haphazardly in front of me with bright green ink that says “STAY OUT!” I take a few steps back absorbing the silence on both sides of the door. At first glance the closed door conveys defiance. Looking further, I notice a smaller sign under the first. It says, “No brothers!” “No brother’s friends!” “Mom’s okay.” Wow…Mom’s okay….
An Open Opportunity
The light goes on…This is not a door, not a symbol of rejection or defiance. It is a voice….my daughter’s voice and it is saying... “I am frustrated...” “I am hurting....” “I need my MOM.” Now I see it clearly. Staring at the door is futile, but recognizing its meaning is fruitful. It is an open opportunity. This is my opportunity to extend myself to her. A chance to show her that I care, that I love her, and that I will listen.
What about you? Do you stop, during the day, and think about all the things you are grateful for, or are you thinking about the things you don’t have? Please be grateful. The Universe hears and wants to help you. Watch or listen to Rochelle on weinetwork.com, Wednesdays, 7PM Reach Rochelle at 561-281-3359 or rochellesydney.com 22 | October • November 2013
With confidence born of fresh understanding and love, I reach out and knock on the door. Instantly the door handle turns and my baby is in front of me, tear stained face smiling. Grasping her hand we return to the cyclone below to find that it has transitioned to a calm wave of activity. Sometimes the doors that open in life are the ones that simply surprise you. Dr. Shelley Plumb Motivational Speaker and Life Coach www.plumbtalkwomen.com shelley@plumbtalkwomen.com